Pablo Neruda

Here it does not rest, a past
I summoned with a bell
so that things awaken
and the rings gather around me,
which have separated from fingers
obeying death:

I did not want to reconstruct
the hands or the sadnesses:

after everything,
once and for all
shall die this century of agony
that taught us to assassinate
and to die of survival.

Last updated November 14, 2022